Young hero, stay put and don't be reckless.

Chapter 89 Eyebrows Dancing with Joy

The croupier's forehead was sweating, and his complexion was not good.

She whispered a few words to a servant next to her, who nodded and ran back to the inner hall.

A short while later, a middle-aged man in his forties came out from the back room.

He was dressed in a blue robe, with a thin face and long, slender fingers; he clearly made his living through his craft.

He walked to the table, cupped his hands in greeting to Jiang Xun, and said, "Young master, you have quite the skill. I am Guo Zhen. Shall we play a few rounds together?"

Xu Chen's expression changed, and he leaned close to Jiang Xun's ear and whispered, "This man is a master hired by the gambling house. His dice-rolling skills are unparalleled, and he has never lost."

The veteran gamblers around also recognized Guo Zhen and stopped betting, no longer daring to follow.

The table, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, suddenly became deserted.

Jiang Xun glanced at Guo Zhen and nodded: "Please."

Guo Zhen picked up the dice cup, flicked his wrist, and the dice spun inside.

Jiang Xun closed his eyes and listened intently.

The dice rolled and clattered in the cup, making a very chaotic sound.

Guo Zhen's technique was indeed superb; the dice spun quickly and landed in tricky spots, far superior to the previous dealer.

But he still figured it out—three threes, one two, and small.

"Small." He pushed the silver over.

Guo Zhen lifted the dice cup—three threes, one two, small.

A hint of surprise flashed across Guo Zhen's face, but she quickly suppressed it.

He picked up the dice cup again, this time with faster and more fancy movements, the dice spinning more than a dozen times in the cup before settling.

Jiang Xun listened and understood – four sixes, big.

"big."

Guo Zhen lifted the lid of the cup—four sixes, big.

His expression changed.

The onlookers gasped and began whispering among themselves.

"Who is this guy? He even beat Guo Zhen?"

"Incredible, incredible..."

Guo Zhen took a deep breath and shook it again.

This time, Jiang Xun listened for a long time, but he was still a little unsure—the sound of the dice was mixed together, and he couldn't tell the numbers.

He hesitated for a moment, but still bet on the big one.

Guo Zhen lifted the lid of the cup—three twos, one one, small.

Jiang Xun lost.

"Sigh—" The crowd sighed.

"As expected, the gambling dens are still the most powerful."

"Guo Zhen is Guo Zhen, she has never lost."

Xu Chen's smile froze, and he sighed, "It's over, we can't win the bracelet back."

Ajiu patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, we'll think of something else."

Jiang Xun looked at the silver that had been taken from the table, but he was not flustered.

He hadn't heard clearly that last round—Guo Zhen's technique was too refined; as the dice spun, he made a very subtle movement with his fingers, altering the dice's trajectory.

But that's because he wasn't using his full strength.

"One more round." Jiang Xun took out all the remaining silver from his pocket and put it all on the table.

Guo Zhen glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, thinking that this young man was arrogant and ignorant.

He picked up the dice cup, his wrist flicking, and the dice spun rapidly inside.

Jiang Xun closed his eyes and channeled his inner energy into his ears.

This time, he heard it clearly—the sound of the dice spinning, the sound of them hitting each other, even the sound of the dice scraping against the cup, all seemed to be magnified ten times, crystal clear.

After Guo Zhen finished shaking the dice, the moment his fingers left the dice cup, his little fingertip lightly flicked the side of the cup.

The sound was so faint, like a mosquito flapping its wings, that an ordinary person couldn't hear it at all.

But Jiang Xun heard it.

Three ones, one two, small.

No, wait—the flick of the little finger flipped three of the dice over, turning three ones into three sixes.

"Big." Jiang Xun pushed the silver over.

Guo Zhen's smile froze.

He slowly lifted the lid of the cup—three sixes, one two, and a big one.

The audience was silent.

Guo Zhen stared at the dice cup for a long time, his face turning pale.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on Jiang Xun. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't.

"Young master, you have quite the methods." He coldly tossed out a sentence and turned to leave.

The dealer's face was also very unpleasant, but he still took the money and bracelet and placed them respectfully on the table.

Ajiu and Xu Chen stared at the pile of silver and bracelets, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"You won?" Ajiu rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"We won!" Xu Chen grabbed the bracelet, examining it closely, almost jumping for joy. "Amazing! Jiang Xun, you're incredible!"

Jiang Xun put the money away, stood up, and dusted off his robes. "Let's go get some late-night snacks. It's on me."

The three of them left the gambling den and walked out along the alley.

Ajiu and Xu Chen were still caught up in the excitement of winning money, chattering away.

"I knew Jiang Xun was capable!"

"Next time, we'll beat them to a pulp!"

Jiang Xun smiled but didn't say anything.

He knew in his heart that the people at the gambling den wouldn't let it go so easily.

Sure enough, as soon as we turned into a quiet alley, several figures appeared ahead.

The leader was a burly man carrying an iron rod, followed by five or six thugs, each looking fierce and menacing.

"Halt." The burly man slung the iron bar over his shoulder, sizing them up. "You think you can just walk away after winning the money?"

Ajiu and Xu Chen's expressions changed, and they instinctively shrank behind Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun smiled.

He had anticipated this.

He knew the gambling den's tricks inside and out—wanting to leave after winning money?

It's not that easy.

Either you give the money back, or you get beaten up and then give it back.

"What do you want?" he asked casually.

The burly man grinned maliciously: "Leave the money and the bracelet behind, and I'll spare your lives."

Jiang Xun sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Just the few of you?"

The burly man was stunned and hadn't reacted yet when Jiang Xun had already moved.

A punch landed on the big man's face, and before he could even raise the iron rod, the man was sent flying.

Before the remaining thugs could even see what was happening, they were all knocked to the ground, groaning and crying out in pain.

It only took a short time to catch one's breath.

Jiang Xun clapped his hands, turned around to look at the dumbfounded Ajiu and Xu Chen, and smiled: "Let's go."

Ah Jiu swallowed hard and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Xu Chen looked at the thugs lying haphazardly on the ground, then at Jiang Xun, his eyes practically overflowing with admiration.

"Brother Jiang!" He grabbed Jiang Xun's hand, his voice trembling with excitement, "From now on, you're my brother! Just let me know if you need anything!"

Jiang Xun was amused by his appearance and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, alright, let's go eat first."

The three of them found a wonton stall that was still open by the roadside and ordered three bowls of wontons, a plate of braised beef, and two side dishes.

The night breeze was cool, and the wonton soup was steaming hot, making the three of them feel very comfortable.

Xu Chen took a bite of beef and mumbled, "Let's go again tomorrow and win big!"

Ah Jiu nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Win all the money from the gambling den!"

Jiang Xun smiled but didn't reply.

He knew in his heart that he had already made a name for himself today, and going any further would only lead to trouble.

However, seeing how excited the two were, he couldn't very well dampen their enthusiasm.

"Okay, we'll talk about it tomorrow." He picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup.

A night breeze blew by, and the sound of the river water drifted far away.

Jiang Xun leaned back in his chair, looking at the two animated teenagers opposite him, and suddenly felt that this kind of life wasn't so bad—at least it was better than hiding and running away alone.

After finishing their wontons, the three parted ways at the intersection.

Ajiu and Xu Chen lived in the same direction. As they left, they turned back and called out reluctantly, "See you tomorrow! It's a promise!"

Jiang Xun waved his hand, watched their figures disappear at the alley entrance, yawned, and then turned to walk towards the inn.